He Tells of the Perfect Beauty (by W.B. Yeats)

Yeats [by George Charles Beresford, 1911]
He Tells of the Perfect Beauty
by William Butler Yeats
from The Wind Among the Reeds (1899)
O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,
The poets labouring all their days
To build a perfect beauty in rhyme
Are overthrown by a woman's gaze
And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:
And therefore my heart will bow, when dew
Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,
Before the unlabouring stars and you.
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Gorgeous. Keep them coming!
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he knew how to express love...
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